Just a flu

I just thought to share with you this little family flu (and not only flu) tragedy, which turned our home in a hospital.

Few days ago, on the same morning, my mum and sister woke up realizing that something was wrong: one had a fever, the other couldn’t move her neck completely. The funny thing (not funny for them, no doubts) was that they were reacting in the same way to symptoms that were totally different. They had muscle soreness and bone pain, so they have been spending most of the day on the couch, struggling to find a comfy position, taking a painkiller or paracetamol now and then, one of them equipped with a thermometer, the other with a back patch.

Well, my mother stayed home from work for more than one week (I think it never happened before), while my sister, who had to study for an exam, poor thing, ended up buying a little table bookstand.

Both feeling slightly better, it came my dad’s turn. Temperature up to 38,5° and more for three days. And you know, men have a very limited pain threshold, so it seemed we had ten ill people with 40° fever gathered together in the same room. One more difference between my mum’s flu and my dad’s: she didn’t eat almost anything during her illness, while he saw no difference in eating matters. And this almost annoyed him: “It could have been a way to lose weight, but…”

Yesterday even the cat looked a bit dazed (he is the only other male figure in this house), but maybe he was just empathizing with his master.

But what about me? I’ve endured up to now. I have to admit that each night I’ve been feeling one of the flu symptoms (sore throat, headache, bone pain, feeling freezing…), but the morning after I always feel good. I think I managed to create a defence around me, thanks to my magic remedies: echinacea, ginger, turmeric, cinnamon, fruit, fruit, fruit, pollen, sage, etc etc. Can anyone say that I hate medicines?